My Monday morning reflection (time for bed) Down here in Baltimore-finished watching the beat-down The Spurs handed the Heat and now its the end of Fathers Day. Time for some reflection. The day started with a great sermon from Rev David K Brawley at the 6 am service at The Paul-the text taken from Malachi 4 vs 5-6. I read the entire Bible more than once and can never recalled ever reading these words before. After service parked my car and took my favorite bus -Greyhound -to Bmore. On the bus I reached for my Nook and then it hit me that I left it in plain view on the car seat where anybody can see it. I am thinking the worse but hoping for the best when I get back to NY later today. Then I am thinking back to my two kids -Dion Fearon & Wendy Reid. For the curious (nosey) ones-who are wondering Fearon & Reid? I would suggest you leave it alone and for those who would want to use the word Step as in father- dont go there either. Someone is not a step anything when you know that person from four months of age. Anyway, I am thinking where the heck would I be had it not been for these kids. For two complete years of their early childhood I was out of their life- they living in The States and me in Jamaica with no correspondence. My conscience (The Lord) convicted me and I moved to the Bronx October 28, 1081. I went to look for them in Baltimore on November 23rd, 1981 but they were not home when I got there. When I looked around and saw the toys and things the mother boy-friend bought them I knew at that I had lost them. Just when I was about to leave to come back to NY they came home and it was as if I was always around. They ran to me and hugged me. We talked for a while and then they asked if they could spend Christmas with me. I wanted to say no because I knew I had nothing to offer them. I said yes hoping that my mother would probably help. Bottom line- that Christmas morning they woke up without a card or a gift and very little food to eat. I was totally embarrassed and knew for sure that their mother would never send them back to NY. The only good thing about that trip then is that they met their cousin Ayesha Dawkins and even though my brother tried to keep them apart –for selfish reasons-Ayesha at that age would not go for. After that Christmas visit I was shocked when they called to ask if they could come visit me for Easter. They came to visit me most holidays thereafter. One day long after I asked the mother if they told her about their first visit and she said they told her they had a great time. The main thing that these girls did for me is that they made me actually say these three words- I Love You. Those are three words I never used in my life for a long time. My response to that expression was always –Me too. But those two girls used those words around and to me so often that eventually I came to realize what love is. They didn’t care that I was broke and had no gifts or money, or birthday gifts for them, what they knew is that they had their father. They showed me how important a father’s role is in a kid life- nothing to do with gifts but showing them love even though I could not say the words. Now I have no problem using those words. Those two girls sometime would tell me personal stuff that most men don’t want to hear. Sometime I would feel funny just listening but it showed the confidence they had in me so I would listen when they want to talk. Now my grandson has that lovey dovey about him stuff that his mother and aunt would display. FATHERS LOVE YOUR KIDS AND TRY TO BE THERE FOR THEM- MORESO IF THEY ASK YOU TO BE WITH THEM FOR WHATEVER THE REASON – THEY DIDN’T HAVE TO ASK.
Posted on: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 06:48:28 +0000
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